they are going to kill us all any way he said. we were convinced they were going to shoot us. we had practically nothing with us. i was in sandala summer dress. i was 11. they put us in a truck and we drove to the railroad station. it was already very crowded. people were upset crying, and then some soldiers grabbed my father and started to drag him away. i was hanging on to him and started screaming i wouldn't let go of him so they beat at us with their rifles and pulled me away then they pushed mother and romas and me toward other cars we were packed in with many women and children. some how i managed to slip out of the car. i wanted to look for my father. i ran along the train. many more people had arrived shouting and looking for their own relatives i was screaming for my father and then from inside one of the cattle cars packed with men, someone called to me. i stopped and i peeked in through a crack the men inside were crowded together in the summer heat like matches in a books their shirts were off sweat running down their bodies, father managed to geez through to an op